Thursday, November 20, 2014

As if clinging means to stay


It will pass, you know it will,
and is now, yet you cling,
you know you do,
as if clinging
means

to stay

these fig leaves,

yellow one day, now brittle, brown,
and on the ground

the lovely sound,
they made

your frame the very bell
of life to toll, then melt away

how lovely it seems,
you as one who dreams
and sings

then

leaves.



5 comments:

Lorraine Renaud said...

That is outstanding William, it is said that sometimes loving is in the leaving...

William Michaelian said...

And well said, too. Thank you, Lorraine.

Jan said...

My happiness in autumn does change with the season of ice and snow. Where once the crackle of leaves stepped upon sounded wonderful to my ears and the scent of the earth tickled my nose...the crunch of icy snow beneath my feet sends a chill through my body and with each breath I take I feel as if I have swallowed chocolate covered mints.
I love all the seasons...but autumn will always be my favorite~

Fantastic writing, William!

William Michaelian said...

Thanks very much, Jan. Indeed, I marvel at how the seasons carry us along, and how our bodies, minds, and senses respond....

Lorraine Renaud said...

Please Jan, come back please look at William he's extraordinary and be barely gets 2 or 4 comments it doesn't matter hey i rarely get more than 4 I love your blog so much please who cares about numbers care that people who visit you love you and care and want to feel you magic, please, please come back, the numbers don't matter, you matter to ME, please don't let numbers decide for you whether you should post or not. YOU ARE EXTRAORDINARY, and I need you, do it for me dear Jan please come back, I have no way no e-mail to send you a message come my outlook doesn't work ...please come back!